Spring's Motif
A sylph of motif
of time’s rapt attention
at the chasm
it whispers old lyrics
of opportunity’s song,
into my frozen ear
thawing one note at a time,
feeling winter spin out
its loneliest cry
a loon’s one-note sonata
pistoning in
through tide pools of inertia,
a simple motif,
an ear worm
trapped in the thaw.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
A note: I write in shorter poetic forms and find those most satisfying. I hope that HP will reconsider their stance on the shorter forms and discontinue marking them as substandard.